the earth has music for those who listen
"Oh, so they might not tell the truth about the future?" Blue eyes grow round as saucers, Mateo not having realised that Sear Cats could also talk. They sound like a very interesting companion, truth be told, but luckily (or perhaps not) for Falke and Ophelia, he still prefers the capuchin by a mile. Especially as she comes to offer up a beetle for their inspection, the boy tilting his head. "I bet it tastes like liquorice," he says. A bad influence? Mateo? Never.
The gourds pull his attention back to the Fixer, Mateo smiling and nodding to him enthusiastically. "You can come and see them now if you like," he suggests, shielding his eyes from the sun as he rises back to his feet. "I think I will need to get rid of them soon, if they do grow how they're supposed to. In Leafchange they get kind of..." He snaps his teeth slowly together, to indicate the general cantankerousness of the pumpkins.
The gourds pull his attention back to the Fixer, Mateo smiling and nodding to him enthusiastically. "You can come and see them now if you like," he suggests, shielding his eyes from the sun as he rises back to his feet. "I think I will need to get rid of them soon, if they do grow how they're supposed to. In Leafchange they get kind of..." He snaps his teeth slowly together, to indicate the general cantankerousness of the pumpkins.
